Chapter 112: difficult

Sean Connery is 50 years old this year, and he has been in the position of director of CIA Asia for 5 years.
Currently, his most important job is to keep an eye on the war that broke out on the South Asian subcontinent.
Judging from the current situation of the war, the complex terrain of Afkhan determines that Soviet Russia will not be able to occupy the entire territory of Afkhan for a while. Although they have established a puppet regime, it is still a long way from completely controlling the local situation. There is a way to go, and I am not idle on my own side.
However, those local armed resistance forces are still too weak, not to mention the fact that equipment supplies rely solely on external transportation, and their combat literacy and combat effectiveness are also extremely poor.
As for the reason, of course it is because these camels don’t know what discipline is. They are still mixed with factions and do not belong to each other. When they fight, they are completely scattered. There is constant friction between them for the distribution of territory and materials. They are said to be a group of wars. The mob of five scums is not too much.
If it weren’t for this straggler, everyone would be brave and not afraid of death, and shouting slogans would have dared to rush upwards. Well, I hope these warriors will be able to ascend to heaven as they wish after their deaths, and Batie’s hard work will break up the elite troops. If the backbone is sent to organize resistance, I am afraid the situation will collapse long ago.
But if this continues for a long time, the situation is really not optimistic.
It is impossible for the United States to directly intervene. That would lead to an unmanageable situation, and even the danger of a nuclear war, which means that all mankind will finish playing together.
In fact, the U.S. and Soviet Russia have maintained a certain tacit understanding with each other. For a war where one party ended up in person, the other side just found an agent to deal with it and never ended up personally. From Goryeo to Annan, everyone abided by this. The principle of Yukou.
So all he can do is to rack his brains and try every means to improve the combat effectiveness of these sloppy guerrillas as soon as possible, so that they can drag the bear to the Indian Ocean as much as possible.
In fact, everyone knows that the bear is no longer what it used to be.
Although the appearance is still strong, but the inside has gradually weakened. The iron current that swept Europa in World War II was struggling in a small gutter like Afkhan. The domestic economy is even more messed up, and even food is no longer self-sufficient. Some people have begun to contact the "Paris Club" privately to discuss the possibility of borrowing from the Western world.
Therefore, the best choice now is to let Soviet Russia see the dawn of hope without letting them achieve a decisive victory, and just hang on like this, turning Afkhan into a bear’s Achilles heel. .
However, this is simply walking a dangerous tightrope, and a little carelessness may lose everything. To do this, scheming, ability, planning, and even luck are indispensable.
Is there any good way? Sitting in the office at the northeast corner of the Langley Building, he fell into deep thought.
Just as he was racking his brains, the phone on the desk rang suddenly, he pressed the hands-free answer button, and the lady secretary’s soft voice came: "Playboy is on line 3. He said he has important information to tell you. Report in person, may I ask, are you answering now?"
Playboy is the code name of Will Smith, he is the liaison and intelligence communication channel of the CIA stationed on the surface of Pakistan.
However, when recruiting this person in the first place, he may have lost his head for a while. He actually made such a guy who likes to eat, drink and have fun all the time, hunting everywhere, and even a big talker got into the CIA, and the bureau suspected that he was always in front of him. , He simply sent him an errand and kicked him to Hawaii to bask in the sun. No matter what he asked, the guy was happy and at ease.
It was not until this time that there was an accident in South Asia that everyone remembered that there was such a number.
Because of this guy’s urinary nature, he dared not send a confidential mission to him. Of course, it also sent food and supplies to the guerrillas by the way, acting as a caring person, and condemning the non-humanitarian behavior of Xiong Xiong in front of the media from time to time. Very in line with this character's ability and character.
What important information can he have? Isn’t it the case that the embezzlement of charitable donations was exposed to people for help? Or maybe it's possible to make the belly of any special agent intern sent to assist him, Connery thought.
However, there is nothing trivial in South Asia right now, so let's listen to it first.
Thinking of this, he said to the secretary waiting in the receiver: "Come in."
However, Smith did not lie about the military situation this time. What he sent was indeed an important piece of information. Connery quietly listened to Smith’s report, and of course he automatically ignored the obvious additions. Mr. Smith finally got it after nine deaths. With the experience of precious information, he immediately glanced at the sketch fax in the hands of the confidential secretary who had just pushed in and his eyes were frozen.
After a short pause, he faintly replied: "I see, no one can pass this news outside without my order." There was no emotion in the voice, so he hung up the phone and turned the other side of the phone. The energetic Mr. Smith held up the beeping microphone for a long time, and scolded countless "Fack".
Connery frowned and stared at the fax he received from the secretary. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally made up his mind. He opened the drawer and took out a red phone. After stringing the digital password to verify the identity, he said in a deep voice into the microphone: "Mr. Secretary, the of Iborg just sent back an information. I personally think it is very important. I request to report to you."
After hearing the echo from the microphone, he stood up, put on a suit, picked up the fax and went out.
That night, several major U.S. armament groups including Boeing, McDonnell Douglas, Noxide Martin, Northrop, Grumman and even Sikorsky received a confidential fax from the CIA asking them to Evaluate the technical feasibility and performance of the aircraft on the fax, and request a preliminary estimate of the R&D expenditure and possible equipment costs if similar equipment is developed.
The CIA's time requirements are very tight, and results must be seen within a week.
For a while, the major arms groups were so busy, of course, "Tan Zhenhua", an unfamiliar name from China, was also registered in the major arms groups.
New York, Long Island.
Lu Hesheng, 64, stood in front of the large French windows in his office, looking far away.
The morning sun has already risen, sparkling the New York Harbor, haze and misty clouds, another sleepless night, he thought.
The knock on the door awakened him from reverie. He sighed lightly and said, "Come in."
The office door was silently pushed open. Secretary Tina walked in with a pile of documents, and said respectfully, "Mr. Lu."
Lu Hesheng didn't talk nonsense, and asked straightforwardly: "How is it?"
Tina shook her head and replied helplessly: "They said it's difficult."